Chapter 2951 The strong alone is strong
Since status is so important, then the one who can live in the Mahakala Palace is naturally the supreme Heart Corruption King. His divine power is even more powerful than these ant-like candidates under the mountain. People can feel it too.
They also dream of one day being able to see this god in person.
But as the altitude climbed, the air began to become colder, and only the rotten smell of death remained unchanged-it was the body remains left by the enslaved mutants on the roadside, swollen Surrounded by flies.
There used to be a magnificent Broken Temple here. Even if it was occupied, it could still project its influence on reality. The wreckage was even still squirming, as if the life force that should have been lost long ago was still hovering in it. Inside their rotting bodies.
The candidates ignored the walking dead and climbed up the winding mountain road. The sound of the wind and the evil spirits wandering in the wind guided them through the fanged arches, although there were screams and clanging sounds behind them from time to time. The sound of hammers, or strange invisible shadows, but none of them looked back, because selection is a death game, the winner will live, the loser will die, even if he does not die from his competitors, he will die from the dangerous environment.
Soon, they passed through the last arch and came to a narrow iron bridge. From here, they could already see the magnificent Chasin Gate, but sometimes being close also means being far away. At the end of the world.
This bridge spans the abyss and connects the towering towers on the black stone on the opposite cliffside.
However, there are already people on this road.
In the middle of the bridge, five figures turned around, each with a ferocious look, each with blood-stained shirts, and even the heads of losers hung on their waists.
Without any unnecessary words, the four of them took out their respective weapons.
Four versus five, this will be a bloody battle. No one knows whether they can survive to the end, especially on such a narrow battlefield.
"I'm going to fight for my life this time."
Cimatsu's voice was a little excited, the corners of his eyes twitched because of the coming violence, and the fingers holding the battle ax creaked.
The slave candidate also picked up his weapon, a spear with a simple shape, the blade of which shone with magic orange.
"Kill!!!"
With a roar, the four of them rushed towards their opponents along the bridge.
The five people on the opposite side also roared and rushed forward.
But the first thing that collided was not the weapons, but lightning and flames. Although they were exhausted, they still squeezed out the last of their spiritual energy to attack each other, and the air was filled with fierce sparks and flames. There was a loud noise and such a huge impact that the entire bridge began to tremble.
The two figures screamed and were knocked down into the abyss, one from each team. This death was not glorious, but there was no choice.
Jisatsu roared almost crazy, and the tattoos surrounding his body turned as bright red as blood, which allowed him to resist the sweeping flames and lightning. Then he punched the chest of the sword-wielding man opposite him, and then used The slave hit his head against the opponent, smashing the face that was twisted in pain. The slave stepped on the edge of the bridge risklessly, like a flexible bird, running through the dangerous situation like a steel wire, piercing it with a spear. one person.
The man wearing armor and a human skin cloak raised a sharp sword against a man also holding a black spear. He expected the enemy to wield the spear to resist the attack, thereby exposing a defensive weakness. And then he-
But instead he slammed the butt of his weapon against the bridge and uttered the most hateful syllables he had ever heard.
The tip of the black flame spear burst out, raging through the ground. The man raised his arms in vain to try to protect himself, but instead of feeling hot pain, he felt that his internal organs were being dismantled. As he came forward, the devil's claws from the Supreme Heaven grasped his muscles and bones, twisting them forcefully.
The human skin cloak knelt on the ground, and the whole person fell forward, and the lower body began to dissolve. Through the disgusting pus dripping from his eyes, he looked at his hands, and the bones in his fingers had turned into Powder, flesh and blood stretched into ribbons.
He tried to moan, but could only spit as his lower lip and tongue melted together, twitching feebly. "Death!"
At this time, there were 2 people left on the opposite side, and there were 2 people left on this side. Tsusumatsu ferociously attacked the person holding the black spear, but the other person easily dodged it. .
But he knew that he could not give the other party a chance to recite the spell. This person's witchcraft power was very strong, so strong that it was exaggerated, and he had to attack, so he ignored the spear blades that passed by like a violent storm. He rushed and struck fiercely, relying on the strong defensive power of the tattoo that had begun to spontaneously ignite, and he was able to withstand the opponent and exchange injuries for injuries.
Faced with such a crazy opponent, the spear wielder felt a little uncomfortable. After being scratched on the chest and left arm, he wanted to pull away, but the howling Tsushima was still like a mad dog. He kept biting it, and finally forced the man to suddenly turn around and throw away his robe.
The robe full of human faces immediately burned with blue flames and covered the crazy bloody tattoos on Cisong's body. Cisong felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his speed suddenly slowed down.
The next second, a spear came out like a poisonous snake and pierced his shoulder.
"What a despicable crow!"
The moment of severe pain stimulated the blood in Cisong's body. This was the last trump card left by his mother to save his life, but once Using this thing, the success rate will be much lower when he undergoes reconstruction surgery in the future.
But at this time, we can only talk about the future if we are alive. Amidst the terrifying roar, a symbol belonging to the Blood God suddenly protruded from his chest.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
The brain seemed to be ignited in an instant. Cisong had forgotten everything at this time, the whole world turned blood red, and his only The target was that startled face as ugly as a bird.
“Kill, kill, kill!!!!”
Cinsong turned into a crazy bloody whirlwind, roaring and crashing into the opponent. The man hurriedly raised his spear to resist, but The huge force knocked his weapon aside, and then the ax made close contact with his forehead.
“Kill!!!”
Cutting the opponent down with one blow of the axe, Ji Matsu slashed the opponent in half with another blow, and then furiously slashed at the corpse on the ground dozens of times until it turned into a blur of flesh and blood.
“Slave!”
But the killing has not stopped yet. Cisatsu’s vague consciousness told him that he still had one more person to kill, and that guy——
"You will die tragically in the hands of a slave."
The next second, a spear penetrated Cisong's chest. He lowered his head and looked at all this in disbelief, and then died with his hands. Hold on tightly to the stone tip of the spear.
"It's not impossible. How could you hurt it?"
"Cisimatsu, are you surprised?"
The other party's ghostly voice reached his ears, as if it was urging him to die. Magic sound.
"How sad it is to die at the hands of a slave? This is called the strong alone. Remember, my name is Yesi."